For background, Matt went to undergrad in Savannah (SCAD) and I went to pharmacy school there. This is also where we reconnected (we knew each other since middle school, long story) and started dating, got engaged, etc :) So this city means a lot to us. To come back with our boys is always so nice too.
We've had a lot of schedule changes and basically no routine and no set time together. Matt and I, and all four of us together. So to have three days of uninterrupted time was so nice and very much needed.
The first night (Tuesday night) we got in around 6, unpacked at the hotel and headed out to get our favorite burgers at B & D Burgers. Then we headed to the square with the fountains which Levi and Matt ran through with their clothes on. I was not prepared for this, clothes/towels wise. Noah and I just watched and had some gelato (milk-based, this comes in to play later).
I was a little (a LOT) nervous about all of us in one hotel room. Our kids are big independent sleepers. They don't do well sleeping in the same bed or room with us. We shoved Noah's pack and play in the bathroom and put Levi on the pull-out couch. Suprisingly the first night went amazing! Matt went out to have a night on the town while Levi and I watched Food Network until we fell asleep. We don't have cable so as soon as we get in any hotel room the TV goes on Food Network and does not go off of it. I miss it. Noah only woke up once that night and they both slept until 7! No complaints from me on night 1. Side note that comes into play later: we've had some issue with milk and Noah lately. As in he throws up when he drinks it. So at this point in the trip he hasn't had any milk for a week and a half. That night as we were getting everybody settled in, he grabbed Levi's milk cup. It was so cute and sad. He started running all over the room and laughing as he was drinking it, he was so happy! I felt so bad taking it away from him after 5ish drinks. I figured it wasn't a big deal...
It's just a beautiful city. We woke up Wednesday morning (Matt's birthday) and got everybody ready to walk the 15 minutes to Clary's for breakfast. This place is our favorite breakfast place ever. It's just so good and we both look forward to eating here every trip down. While I was in the shower Matt started yelling that Noah was throwing up. Well dang. No big deal but he did have milk (and gelato) the night before. Usually he'll throw up once or twice and we are good to go! So we give him some water, calm him (and Matt) down and head out. As we are walking we stop at a square for Levi to play with a fountain and I look down at Noah (they were both in the double stroller). He is COVERED in vomit. Poor baby, he had been throwing while in the stroller and not making a peep! So I wiped him down, changed his shirt and we kept on walking. Of course, he threw up in Clary's, as we were being seated at our table. After they had just opened an extra set of doors and moved their hostess stand so I could fit the stroller into the restaurant. So I then had to clean up vomit, and then re-move all that mess again so I could push the stroller out, in shame.
Matt stayed with Levi and had breakfast (it was his birthday after all) while I headed back with Noah to the hotel hoping a nap would calm him down. Thankfully it did and after he woke up we all headed out to walk all over the city before Matt's big lunch.
Levi knocked out while going from the candy store to the playground. He picked out an Avengers metal lunch pail which he is in love with. He is a mini-hoarder,always putting small things into bags and moving them all over the place. This is perfect for that.
We stopped in Forsyth park and I had to take a few pictures of my sweet sickly boy. He is adorable.
All three boys swinging.
Matt's birthday lunch at Skylers. His absolute favorite place to eat. At his first job after college he worked with the owner's son. They would come here once a week and eat. Matt would also go out with them to catch the crabs that they used in the restaurant for the food. So, he has a long history with this place.
We drove out to Tybee Island and spent some time on the (deserted) beach and then ate at the Crab Shack.
When Matt and I were just "talking" and I was visiting Savannah (me and Ang went to look for apartments/introduce her to this guy I was totally in to), Matt and I stayed out talking on the swing until 2 in the morning. And as we were dating/engaged/married, we came out here all the time to talk. This was "our place." One year for my birthday Matt gave me a painting from this exact angle. The swing and lighthouse. And here in this picture, the same one from my painting (pre-kids) sits my husband of six years and our two amazing boys. What a blessing to me. I had tears in my eyes as I took this one. Look where God has brought us in six years.
Then we went to my friend Susan's house and blew out Matt's birthday candles. This was the only picture I got and it's terrible. Sorry Matt, I'll get a better picture next year when you turn 30!
We then came back to the hotel and had one of the worst nights ever. Both boys just wouldn't sleep, with Noah screaming most of the night. We ended up with Matt and Levi in the king bed, and me and Noah on the pull-out. There are lots of little anecdotes from that night that would never end, one of which when Noah fell off the pull-out on his face and when I rolled over quickly to get to him, I rolled myself INTO the blankets and was stuck so I couldn't stand up. I ended up hopping around bouncing Noah at 2am wrapped up like I was in a cocoon. Classy.
So despite all of the vomit and sleeplessness it was a really wonderful trip. It's funny how your priorities/expectations change with kids (and I think the number of kids affects that as well). The just married, no kids me would have thought this was a horrible trip. No alone time with Matt, dealing with kids in restaurants, the vomit, the sleeplessness. But it was such a great trip. We've learned what quality time is, what a blessing it is to be with each other and with the boys. And despite the vomit, we are healthy and together. I don't know. It's hard to explain. I was telling Carrie about our trip and in between her dying laughing at all of our misfortunes, I was trying to tell her how great it really was. I still don't know if she got it. But one day, she will.